I hadn’t been glamping before. Well, it was hardly roughing it when my friends and I rented an RV a few years ago: feather pillows, steak dinners, evening proseccos, etc… In our teens and twenties CB & I would go camping at Ontario Provincial Parks with our high school ‘gang’, but we were poor then – it was the basics. But I’ve never stayed in a yurt.
We arrived at our yurt overlooking the dales, and immediately were blown away by our accommodations. Each of the five yurts has wooden decking all around, an attached wet bathroom, a hot tub (yuck – fortunately CB has the same opinion of hot tubs as I do), a fire pit, and inside a huge living area with twinkle lights, a skylight, a Franklin stove (I have no idea what the Brit term is for that) and even treats for Scout. Who, I might add, disgraced herself one morning by chasing the chickens at the farmhouse. Stupid dog. Breakfasts were delivered to our yurts each morning, and one evening we dined from their delicious menu. Steve & Jo’s recommendations for local (and not so local) attractions were all bang on. I know I’m going on and on, but truly – if anyone in the UK is reading this, you can’t go wrong booking in at Cherish Glamping between Hawes & Leyburn in North Yorkshire.
